Okay, so this is the sequel to Risen, honestly, I don't think you need to read the first story to get what's going on, but you should read it just for good measure. So, yeah, here is The Hollow...

"No, no, no. God, do you have any idea what you're doing?" Pam asked as she grabbed the catalog away from Sam. Sam sighed, blowing a stray hair from her bangs out of her face. "You're going about this all wrong," Pam continued.

"Mom," Sam started, grabbing the catalog from her mother, "it's my wedding. I think I should be the one to pick out the silver wear and designs and what not." She said, placing the catalog on the counter and flipping through it. It was Pam's turn to sigh this time, but not out of frustration, but out of sadness. Her little girl was actually getting married, although she knew it was coming, she couldn't help but be upset by how fast time was going.

"I know, I just can't believe you're getting married. It seemed like it was just yesterday you were five, refusing to wear the little dresses I picked out for you." Pam said.

"For the record, nothing's changed," Sam said with a slight smile on her face. Pam laughed and looked around.

"Where's the groom-to-be anyway? Shouldn't he be home by now?" She asked. Sam shrugged, looking down at the catalog.

"I don't know."

"You don't know? Shouldn't you know where your fiancé is at all times?"

"He's a grown man, he can do and go wherever he pleases without having me to babysit him."

"How do you know he's not with a girl?" Sam looked up, sending her a glare.

"Is this supposed to be the pep talk you give me before the wedding to strengthen mine and his love?" She asked sarcastically.

"I'm just saying-" She was interrupted when the apartment door opened, revealing Danny as he walked in. He took off his coat and shoes and shoved them in the closet. "Daniel," Pam started, getting his attention, "so nice of you to join us. What took you so long?" She asked, giving Sam a look, who just rolled her eyes. Danny held up a brown paper bag.

"I thought you guys would be hungry so I stopped and got us something to eat on my way home from work." He said as he stepped into the kitchen and placed the bag on the counter. He spotted the wedding catalog and yanked it off the counter, flipping through the pages. "Get any far on picking a few things out?" He asked Sam.

"Not really. My mom keeps throwing her opinion out there even when I just look at something." She said.

"Are you sure you guys don't need a wedding planner?" Pam asked.

"No, we can do this on our own," Danny reassured her. Pam groaned before sighing.

"I don't know, I guess as much as I am upset, I'm also ecstatic for a wedding. I mean, it took you nine years to propose," Danny looked at Sam before rolling his eyes, "and I just want you to have the best wedding you can have." Pam finished.

"I understand, and we will Mom, trust me. Besides, we don't need a big, fancy wedding to be happy. As long as I get married to this guy right here at the end of the day, I'll be happy." Sam said, making Danny put an arm around her shoulders.

"I know, I know." She turned around and picked up her keys from off the counter. "I better get going. I'll see you guys later."

"Bye Mom." Sam gave Danny a look once her mother left the apartment. "That woman is jumping at my throat." She said.

"Oh come on, she's excited. You're her one and only daughter and you're getting married. She just wants our wedding day to be perfect." Danny said.

"Yeah, well, I don't see your mom hovering over us." She said as she opened the brown fast food bag. She took out a container filled with a salad that was obviously hers and sat down in the living room, turning her attention to the television. Danny grabbed his container of food for the night and sat down on the couch.

"You know what's better than TV? Conversation." He said.

"Then talk, I'm listening."

"Well," He started, opening his container that held his pasta, "you're gonna kill me for suggesting this,"

"What?"

"Maybe we should let your mom get us a wedding planner," Sam looked back at him.

"No way in hell,"

"Come on, we'd have so much free time if we didn't have to pick out all this stuff, and it'll make your mom happy," Sam scoffed.

"Since when do you want to make my mom happy?"

"Since, after more than ten years, she still doesn't like me."

"She likes you. She tells me all the time how gorgeous you are." Danny made a face.

"Did we just cross the 'yikes' line?"

"Oh, we crossed that a long time ago." She laughed at his disturbed face and moved to sit on the couch with him. "You know it's true."

"If you want to make it up to me, let your mom hire a wedding planner." She sighed and looked at him.

"Is that what you really want to do?"

"It is." She exhaled but nodded.

"Fine, but just for you... and my mom." She packed what was left of her salad up in its container and stuck it in the fridge. "I'm going to bed."

"Give me a few minutes." He said as she went into their bedroom. She got ready for bed, putting on a T-shirt and sweats. She slipped off her engagement ring and went over to the dresser to put her ring on top by the corner like she usually did, but something was there in its place instead. It was a little mesh, see-through bag meant for earrings, except it was empty, and it wasn't for holding earrings. All those years ago, it was used to trap the ashes of an evil soul come to life, but Sam got rid of the bag years ago, how could the same one end up right here?

Sam heard the door open and quickly stuffed the bag in one of the drawers of the dresser. Danny looked at her before raising an eyebrow, noticing the random jitters.

"Everything okay?" He asked. She put a hand against the closed drawer as if the bag could escape any second.

"Yeah. Everything's fine."

Yay for secrets that could end up destroying relationships! ...I think...

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